Last night took a down to the corner store Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water When he in told the counter to open the drawer Stuck the to his teeth as he insisted "If you what's good for you, I think that you should listen" But he didn't, attendant was That's when he flipped the switch and "I guess I'll pick off the store" He turned around and searched the store with eyes Of course he locked on mine, I was the one inside Come on kid, time to go for a ride Flashed his piece and me and don't you be trying nothing Tied and threw me in the trunk of gasoline and stale cigarette butts I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is my luck" My stomach telling me be my last one to myself what the hell I could have done Should run I bet it wasn't a loaded gun Breathing speeding up over 70 Settled on dead meat, don't believe in heaven, B Then 20 at least, when tires screech Oh please, police, but my hope has gone the trunk, "get up," he tells me Walk a couple then throws me to my knees
[Hook - ZZ I even try to hurt no one See it my finger on that trigger Visualize but I got none Now I paid my but it just got bigger Sirens shouldn't try to run But it got worse, now I just can't reverse a target sitting on my back The cops on me, yes never be free
Fresh] Okay there's in my reefer raps They getting heard the map I'm running shit, a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But know dreams about me bad Knowing I'm awake getting that you never had I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad Do what you happy even if it makes them niggas mad And they gonna talk about you, at least you on their mind them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind Trying to up with me, they just gonna get left behind Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press I them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place I keep up with my pace, you should keep your laced We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying my time And don't try to fuck with my Catch a bomb like you to take a run through Iran, damn
[Blu & Damn, been shot pos be locking up the team and shit is hot For your home block it's no more weed and no rock My hurting, heard you eating, what you got Driving in circles, make a leaner with my speed and fuck at the cops I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it And my Glock's out caught us by the place where we were surfing And brought us in we ain't have insurance, fuckers